One of the images I can’t get out of my mind these days is this:
King Arthur and the knights seated at the round table.
I’ve been watching Merlin on Netflix, and whenever I see the knights seated at the round table–with old Gaius, Merlin, and Guinevere–I think of Ephesians 2 and how we all have a seat at the table. We’re seated in the heavenly realms in Christ.
What does this mean? How shall I think of it? Well, I’ve been imagining a round table because no one (other than the king) matters more than anyone else.
No one is superior.
No one is inferior.
The image resonates deeply with me during moments of inferiority. God reminds me that I’m seated.
I’m seated. I belong right here. I don’t have to prove anything to anyone. I’m no longer fighting for a place at whatever metaphorical table.
It feels so good to have a seat.
Doesn’t it help to feel seated?